I hate moments when I realize how female I am. Today I'm wearing a light purple summer sweater, and a black skirt with purple flowers. At lunch I made an attempt to buy iced tea from the machine, but it was out, so I went with gatorade... it was this lilac colored frost stuff. Later in the afternoon I proceded to a small discussion and opted to grab my purple pen.

Mid-discussion I realized how disgustingly well I was matching. *shiver*

"5, 4, 3,.. you know the m- f- rest. -Ottotongo"